Charles. Music and drawing; is not that what people mean by accomplishments?
Mother. But are you not aware that it requires study and close attention to master these little matters of music and drawing, particularly for those who have not an uncommon taste for them?
Charles. Does it? Well, then I would let the music and drawing alone. I dare say I should find some way of passing my time.
Mother. My son, I fear you would indeed, if we could cruelly permit you to enter on life devoid of some of its best resources against the temptations that beset the idle. A young man, in the situation which you have just described, would be almost certain to seek occupation and excitement from drinking and cards. The strongest religious principles might save him, but the conflict would be terrible,—the result doubtful; and I cannot think of the danger without tears.
Charles. Dear mother, you do not think I should ever be a wicked man, do you?
Mother. I cannot tell. I cannot bear to think of it. We will talk of another part of this subject; for it is very necessary that I should. All this while, you have said nothing of the way in which you are to be supported in the easy life you propose.
Charles. Supported? what am I to live on? On my fortune.
Mother. And where is it?
Charles. Ah, I have none now; but then there is father so rich, and only Ellen and I. Of course, he won’t leave his money to anybody else, will he?
Mother. How can you be sure that he will not leave it to an hospital? You know he has given much to public charities.